Charlotte, a woman with a troubled childhood, embarks on a journey of self-discovery and healing after her divorce. Struggling with the weight of her past, she decides to seek therapy, hoping to confront the lingering shadows that have shaped her li...
The day had finally come—Mia and Charlotte's wedding. It was a day that felt like a culmination of all the love, trust, and growth they had built together. The morning was warm and bright, the sun casting a soft golden glow over the picturesque countryside venue they had chosen. The rolling hills and lush green fields stretched out beyond the ceremony site, framed by trees with leaves that rustled gently in the breeze.
Charlotte stood in front of a full-length mirror, her ivory satin wedding dress flowing around her like liquid silk. The dress was simple yet elegant, with a fitted bodice and a delicate train that pooled softly at her feet. As she smoothed down the fabric, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation, Marjorie came up behind her, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.
"You look stunning, Char," Marjorie said softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Mia is going to lose her mind when she sees you."
Charlotte laughed nervously, but her smile was genuine. "I can't believe this is happening," she whispered. "I never thought I'd feel this way about marriage again."
Marjorie smiled knowingly. "Because this time, it's right. This time, it's with the person who loves you for exactly who you are."
Charlotte nodded, her heart swelling with the truth of those words. She glanced at the small bouquet of black roses—her signature flower—that lay on the dresser. It was a nod to Mia, who had once given her a single black rose to symbolize the unique and unconventional love they shared.
"Are you ready?" Marjorie asked gently.
Charlotte took a deep breath and nodded. "I've never been more ready."
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Meanwhile, in another room, Mia stood in front of a different mirror, adjusting her emerald green suit. It fit her perfectly, the modern cut making her look sharp and confident. Reece was beside her, helping straighten her tie.
"You nervous?" Reece asked, grinning at her.
Mia chuckled, though her hands were slightly shaky. "A little. But more excited than nervous. I'm about to marry the love of my life, man. It doesn't get better than this."
Reece clapped her on the back. "That's the spirit. Charlotte's one lucky woman. And you... well, you're pretty lucky yourself."
Mia smiled at that. She thought about Charlotte—about all the times they had supported each other, laughed together, and overcome every obstacle thrown their way. This was the moment they had been building toward, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"Thanks, Reece," Mia said, glancing at him. "You've been like a brother to me through all of this."
"Always will be," Reece replied with a nod. "Now let's get you married."
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